Word: bitche
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Frost, but cooler heads will wait for more achievement before upping him above MacLeish or Jeffers. A note of challenge to defeat, however, augurs well for the future. "Complaint to Sad Poets" sounds the battle cry: Will you never be done with barking at the moon? . . . The terrier bitch that whelped its litter today Under the barn where the dirt is moist and dark Shames and defies you with the quiet logic Of life that works its ancient way out, knowing No fulness but to live, strongly to live. . . . Cry, sons of earth, blaspheming your parentage...
...kennels she led two of the saddest beasts in the world, the furrow-browed bitch Champion Sarah of Barchester and Champion Huntsman. Over they went to the house, at Myrtle Grove, where the last burglary was committed. Whiffling mournfully, the leashed hounds were led to a broken window. Champion Sarah suddenly threw up her head and howled. Almost instantly both hounds were scrambling on the trail. Red-faced, hot and excited. Mrs. Sadlier pounded along, her champions nearly pulling her arms out. Up a hill they raced, through copses and hedges and across fields. Dawn was just breaking...
...three-year-old whose pace on the big circuits marked him as championship material this year. They started under ideal conditions at 9 a. m.-bright sun, ground drying, little wind-and the dog found a bevy within the first five minutes, then another and another. The bitch warmed steadily to her work and evened this score within the first hour. They found covey for covey during the next hour but in the third, with birds going back to cover, Norias Annie's nose proved best. To her opponent's total of nine she found no less than...
...prancing proud and free as a stallion, of famed Fancier Geraldine Rockefeller Dodge, niece of John Davison Rockefeller Sr.? Or to the magnificent poodle, champion of England, Belgium, Austria, Switzerland and France, entered by Mrs. Sherman Hoyt of Manhattan? . . . Finally Judge Jarrett waved the two-year-old fox terrier bitch, Flornell Spicy Bit of Halleston, into the winning stall...
...motivation of Jezebel herself, it seems fantastic. Such a woman, if her lover married another one, would be more tempted to win him back than to murder him. Even if she decided on homicide instead of adultery would a Southern gentleman say to her. "You ARE a bitch...